Queen Elizabeth sat by herself in the chapel as the final goodbyes to her Prince- her husband of 73 years- at the funeral service in St George’s chapel. She strikingly sat alone. And, although she is known for her stoicism, couldn’t help but feel her loneliness and sadness.
At one point, the queen’s head was bowed and one could imagine her pain and how a tsunami of tears were waiting to be released in her private quarters.
In a way, I wished she would openly weep. But its not her style. This reminded me of me, actuality. At my mother’s funeral I couldn’t cry. My aunt wept loudly snd openly. I just stood there thinking of the last time I saw her and my last words to her that I had whispered over the phone to her body which laid in a coma.
We all grieve differently. Sometimes our position or protocol dictates the display of grief. But it doesn’t change our inner turmoil, laments, and, melancholic nostalgia.